But even though it is so inseparable and inseparable, it is still a hundred secrets.

When Yan Yanyu arrived at the back mountain, Su Changan was lying motionless on the ground.

The clothes were ragged, mud-stained, and dilapidated. Like a homeless, dirty stray dog. Yan Yu heard a dull pain and unbearable wail in his chest.

Yan Yan wiped off a piece of blood on her face with a clean handkerchief, soaked it in water, wrung it out, and wiped it again. Su Changan sat on the sofa, motionless and letting him fiddle with his head.

"On Saturday, I'll take you to her."

Who is she? Go without saying.

"No need." Su Changan spoke softly.

She didn't speak for a long time, and the sound in her throat was like a handful of sand in her throat.

Yan Yu raised his eyes, a little stunned. But not because of her ugly voice. Su Changan still didn't have any expression, and his gaze was still on the parallel line as far as her eyes could reach. It's just that there seems to be broken silver flashing in her eyes, her breathing is slightly rapid, and her butterfly-like thick and slender eyelashes seem to be wet with dew, wetting her eye sockets.

It was as if he had suddenly come to life.

Yan Yu's eyes lit up, and he was about to ask something, when his vocal cords stopped the sound that was about to come out. A few sporadic afterimages flashed quickly.

After a few moments, his face changed from surprise to anger that he had never seen before.

He stared at Su Changan's face tightly: "Have you seen her?" ”

"Did she hit her?"

It should have been a questioning tone, but at the end of the disappearance of the last note, it was extremely certain. It's like a fist that suddenly tightened.

Physics class.

Su Changan entered the classroom with a head full of wounds. Even after taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, the wound on the elbow was intricately wound with a white bandage, which made it even more conspicuous. It's just that the classmates around me are still surprised. Qiao Mingran looked at the white bandages on her body, and couldn't speak for a while.

She didn't intend to hide it. Who is Su Changan? People who never know what other people's eyes are. has always done my own thing, and the life principle is only eight words: "about my" and "about your".

So, when Su Changan sat on the chair with a grin, Qiao Mingran didn't have time to speak. I saw Su Changan's gaze turn away.

Kevin Kim didn't know when he walked in. He frowned in surprise at the sight of her exposed, bandaged, bruised blood stains hanging on her head.

Su Changan didn't care, his long legs were cocked, and he was on the idle chair next to him, his body seemed to be leaning on the table behind him without bones, and the whole person was as lazy as a cat: "Brother Kevin, is there something wrong?" ”

Yan Yan glanced at her legs and held back what she was about to say.

"The Dean of Studies asked me to come over and talk to your class about exchange students. Don't leave after school in the afternoon. ”

After speaking, he stepped on the class bell and walked out quickly.

Su Changan lowered his head and was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head again, and looked at Yan Yan with a three-dimensional face: "...... The second half of his sentence feels good society. ”

Yan Yan: "......"

I don't know how the school arranges the high school curriculum. It's either a single lesson in the morning or a single lesson in the afternoon. Su Changan, who had already been on the voltage for two sections, was already dizzy.

Large recess.

Su Changan sat in his seat like most people in the classroom. It's just that others are serious reviewers, and she spins the long pen around with her fingertips, not knowing what she is thinking.

"Hey, ...... words" was stuck in the middle of the conversation.

“...... Forget about living in the office. Su Changan complained at the empty position.

When Chu Zheng came in, most of the people in the class turned their eyes. When she threw her first punch, the class erupted with a few screams that pierced her eardrums.

Su Changan's collar was pulled up fiercely, and a few inches in front of him was Chu Zheng, whose face was pale. Chu Zheng was a few centimeters taller than her, Su Changan had never seen Chu Zheng with such an ugly face, and she saw the bulging blood vessels in her neck, like two dark cyan earthworms hidden under the skin.

The right elbow hit the ground, the bandage deviated from its original position, and the wound inside was oozing blood again.

"What's the matter? Didn't get enough? Su Changan slanted the corners of his bloody mouth.

When the words fell, Chu Zheng's fist fell like lightning.

There was an instantaneous, sharp pain in the cheekbones, jaw, forehead, and bridge of the nose. She looked at the person in front of her with Wan Jun in her hand, without a moment's hesitation, pre-emptively and then quickly vented her anger.

Su Changan was beaten to the point that his eyes were blood-red, and his face was ugly like a volcano about to erupt. However, she did not fight back.

Tables, chairs, books, upside down, scattered. There were more and more onlookers, and a few people next to him came to pull, but they were accidentally injured by the angry lion-like Chu Zheng. A few minutes later, the persuader poured a piece.

Gradually, the pain on the bridge of the nose was gone, only a constant, hot liquid falling viscously from the face.

Why do you always have nose injuries lately? Su Changan thought inappropriately in his heart.

The world in her sight was beating regularly intermittently, half of Su Changan's face was numb, she felt the fishy sweet taste in her mouth, and her heart gradually tended to be strangely calm. The screams in my ears seemed to be stuffed into a vacuum bottle, vaguely unclear. Gradually, the pressure that seemed to come from above me disappeared along with the noisy and chaotic sounds. The corners of Su Changan's eyes were dry and motionless, and a slender calf moved quickly, almost trotting, in their direction. The upper body uncontrollably drifted off the ground with a cough, and a huge, eternal buzz rippled in the ears.

...... I'm so tired......

...... Chu Zheng, you fight first, I'll sleep for a while. When you get angry, wake me up......

What's wrong with ————? What went wrong?

What kind of look is that?

You hate me.

———— "Find the enemy's knee socket." Stupid, not calves. ”

"It's not the right move, come again."

"Do you know that you're completely exposing the location of your temple?"

"How many times? Keep your hands steady. ”

————Su Chang'an, I helped you, but I was wiped out. [Xingsheng] went bankrupt, and Ouyang Ziyu was hospitalized. Can't the Gu family hate you? Shouldn't I hate you?

———— cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, leaving no trouble.

———— friends? You treat me as a friend, why don't you even leave me a way out?

———— a direct way to defeat a girl, what else could it be?

Su Yongan looked at Su Changan, whose head was wrapped like a mummy on the hospital bed, leaving only a pair of closed eyes.

Ming Zhao got up: "You're here." As he spoke, he stood quietly in front of Gan Liao, gently blocking a third of her body.

Su Yongan turned his face and looked at Ming Zhao, his face was mixed with a smile that seemed to be elegant and cold: "You should have stayed ...... 24 hours a day."

Gan Liao's body was stiff and his head hung slightly. Didn't speak.

Ming Zhao: "Big brother ......"

"Where did she go at the time of the incident? Are you going to tell me? ”

Ming Zhao pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Where did she go?"

Ming Zhao was still silent. Between the eyebrows, there is a black mountain range that stands tall, frowning gently.

"I'm not in a hurry. You can take your time to reminisce. Su Yongan quietly and gently maintained that faint almost invisible smile: "It's just that when I find out, the matter is not as simple as I ask you to answer." ”

"Go get something done."

"What's the matter?"

"Gu Minghuai had an accident. I wonder who did it. ”

"That's right. The result? ”

"The hired thugs are all nameless ......," Gan Liao said, taking a step forward.

"I don't want to hear that." Su Yongan interrupted Gan Liao. It's a bit annoying.

Su Yongan looked at Ming Zhao carefully, his voice was low and gentle, and the words he bit out were calm: "Gu Minghuai has an accident, does it have anything to do with you?" ”

Ming Zhao walked in front, and he didn't make a sound when he walked. Gan Liao found that they were not walking in the same straight line as before, but were walking through the alley and winding the path. However, the discovery was only a discovery, and she still followed silently.

"So, what did you do between 2:50 and 3:20 this afternoon?" He didn't stop, and the question was already thrown.

Gan Liao did not speak. She couldn't lie in front of him.

"The matter of the Gu family. It has nothing to do with me. ”

"I asked, what did you do?"

Gan Liao lowered his eyes and did not answer. The subtle air flow around him suddenly stopped flowing, and the person in front suddenly stopped, and Gan Liao almost collided. She silently took a step back, closing the distance between them.

"Think about it and then answer." Ming Zhao didn't turn around, his gaze fell on a certain point in the air in front of him.

Gan Liao wanted to speak and stopped.

"After all, no one can prevaricate with your words."

Gan Liao's face was a little pale: "He knows ......."

Of course he does! Who is Su Changan, can't you see what she looks like recently? Not to mention now, even before, her safety is the most important. At this juncture, I don't need to let the Zhi family go, but I just transfer you to investigate the Gu family? Hum! Let you get out of the hospital intact, he has already given me enough face. ”

He ...... Will it kill me? Gan Liao's voice was hard and a little incredulous.

As soon as these words came out, Ming Zhao's back stiffened visibly for a moment. In the depths of his mind, it was like a smooth and cold snake wrapped around the stomach in his body, slowly twisting and distorting. A wave of intense nausea hit his throat. The person's elegant smile and cold pupils resurfaced in front of him.

After a while, Ming Zhao slowly turned half of his body sideways, and his gold-rimmed glasses were polished into a golden sharp light by the afterglow of the setting sun, exuding an aura that could not be ignored.

"Killing you is only the lightest punishment."